This was not what I wanted to see on the news this morning.
Five weeks ago, Don and I spent a few days in Louisiana. A month is long enough that I'm not scared for ourselves. But I'm feeling sad and scared for every single person we saw on our trip.
We were there, the weekend before Fat Tuesday. Coronavirus was in the news, but it was all distant. Italy had just halted Carnival in Venice, but we were in New Orleans. There was no U.S. social distancing happening on February 22.
The news is now telling us that Mardi Gras played a huge part in spreading the virus. That's scary. But we had no clue at the time.
We are fine, but I am so very worried for my brother and his wife, who live there. At least they're able to work from home. They're cautious and have the means to get help if needed. I worry for them, but I worry for all the people in Nola. The musicians, the artists, the restaurant workers and hotel employees. Such a special place, with history like no other U.S. city. This makes me so sad.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!